After our plans were dashed for going climbing at Tram on Labor Day, we were on board to go climbing at Purple Stones. We'd never been here before, and hadn't heard a lot about it. The RRS was not so sure about what we'd find there, but after I read him some stuff I googled he was more than psyched about it. Me - I'll believe it when I see it. This is one of the cooler outdoor climbing places he's taken me to in SoCal. The winding road leading up to the site is something the RRS probably dreams about driving his car on. We pretend we're like the TMNT and duck walk down this drainage pipe onto this forested riverside path. We crawl around and over all these boulders to get around and to and from climbs. It's pretty neat that you're never too far from a babbling brook or water sounds of some sort. There are a lot of trees and shade which is always appreciated on a hot day. The rocks are all sort of cool shades of purples and pinks. They're pretty prominent, and this place holds some solid picture worthy vistas. It's pretty secluded because we did not see anybody except when we were on our way out, and you usually see tons of people climbing anywhere else.
Purple Stones is something like an oasis in the desert. It would have been too blisteringly hot to climb anywhere else so close to the city. The privacy, lushness and flowing water of this place at a moment's descent from the desert is an adventure I gladly welcome. This place was right off the PCH, and we easily stopped at the beach to dip our toes after climbing.
Life is good when there are beaches and climbing.
aridly humid,
jt
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